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APH Fic Hunter chapter 3

Title: Hunter
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Germany, Prussia, Germania, Sweden
Rating: T
Warnings: None for now.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Gilbert is a hunter of mythical creatures as his father and his father before him. The most highest in demands are the elves which are the hardest to find let alone capture. One night after setting a trap with his friends he is able to capture an elf.


The Healer was growling under his breath as he wrapped the leaves into the bandages on Gilbert’s side. Gilbert was able to catch the words
“Humans…elves…incompetence…idiots…inequality” every so often.

“Will the wound heal?” Alvar asked.

The Healer looked up at Alvar sharply and his eyes narrowed as if Alvar had insulted him.

“What do you take me for?” the Healer hissed. “An apprentice? Will the wound heal?” he mumbled under his breath. “This is not the first wound that I have treated and nor is it the deepest.” The Healer nearly snarled.

“I did not mean to insult you; I simply wish to know of my son.” Alvar said.

The Healer growling lightly. “It will heal.” he grumbled. He looked towards his door before looking at the two hunters.

“I have another patient coming in about a minute.” The Healer said. “This is what you would call an enemy. You remember my laws.”

Gilbert and Alvar nodded.

“Good.” The Healer said going to the door and opening it.

Two elves stepped inside, one elf holding the other in their arms. The elves and the human’s eyes widened at the sight of the other.

“You!” each of them exclaimed.

“I take it that you two know each other?” the Healer said. He glanced at the elf in the other’s arms. “Didn’t I see you this morning?”

The elf nodded. “I came with my sick sister. You gave us medicine.”

“You seem to have a habit of coming into my care.” The Healer said. He nodded towards an empty bed. “Put the injured there, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

The taller elf gently set the injured one on the bed. Both of them were glaring at the hunters.

Gilbert smirked. “How is your leg?” he asked almost innocently.

The injured elf snarled slightly. “Animal.”

“Creature.”

“Ignoramus.”

“Inferior being.”

“Enough!” the Healer snarled, returning to the room carrying a bowl filled with a strange liquid and a cloth filled with herbs. “No fighting. No name calling. Nothing!”

The two fell silent however they continued to glare at one another.

“Hold out your leg.” The Healer growled. He ran his eyes over the wound as the taller elf took off the cloth around it.

“Judging on the way the two of you interacted.” The Healer said without looking up from the wound. “Human boy. You caused this didn’t you?”

Gilbert nodded almost proudly. “Yep. And my name is Gilbert.”

“If I cared.” The Healer said, without looking up from the wounded leg. “I would have asked.”

The elf hissed as the Healer ran his fingers over the deep wound.

The Healer picked up the herbs and placed them over the wound before picking up the bowl of liquid and poured it along the wounds.

The elf blinked and turned her head to the side. The taller placed their hand on her shoulder.

“It stings slightly.” she admitted.

“That means that it’s working.” The Healer said.

The Healer stood and said “Now let those herbs do their job and the four of you.” He said glaring at each of them. “Either talk civilly or not at all.”

The Healer took a seat in the back and gave another look towards the four of them before he turned to the work needed to be done on his table.

The injured elf sighed and leaned into the taller elf. She shifted slightly and softly said something in their own language to which the other simply shook his head.

“You guys are always so eager to allow your women to fight.” Gilbert said. “And look where it got you.”

The two elves looked around the house.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“You.” Gilbert said, wincing slightly as he stood up and there was a stab of pain in his side. “You let your women fight and all they do is get captured and hurt.”

“Are…you talking about me?” she asked.

“Is there any other girl in here?” Gilbert asked.

“Is there any girl in here at all?” she shot back.

“You.”

The two elves stared at them in near shock.

“I am a man.” she exclaimed.

They were able to hear the owl sitting in the tree next to the house give a soft hoot.

“Liar.” Gilbert said.

“Why on earth would I lie on something as simple as that?” she…he asked.

“There is no way that you are a man.” Gilbert exclaimed. “You look so…you!”

The elf tilted its head to the side. “I look like myself?”

The other elf said something in their language once more causing the smaller one to grin slightly.

“Speaking of letting women fight.” The elf said stretching its legs in front of its body slightly. “Why do you not let your women fight?”

Gilbert scoffed. “Allow our women to fight? How on earth can weak little things fight in wars or hunt exactly?”

“Obviously you have never seen a mother who has just witnessed her baby killed in front of her.” The other elf said. “Nor felt the wrath of a girl who knows that there is trouble and needs to help.”

“It doesn’t matter. Female. Male.” The elf on the bed said. “As long as they are healthy, able, and willing. They fight.”

“Now then.” he continued. “I no longer wish to talk to either one of you.”

Gilbert raised an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you just ignore me then?”

“It is rude to ignore someone when they attempt to make conversation.” he said. “No matter how pitiful those attempts are they are not to be ignored. Now I shall stop this conversation.”

With that said he turned his head to the side and laid it on the bed closing his eyes. The other elf sat on the bed next to him and leaned against the wall.

“I have more beds.” The Healer said without looking up.

The other elf shook his head. “No thank you. I wish to be close to my brother.”

“Oy.” Gilbert said. “One more question.”

The elf turned his head towards Gilbert and opened its eyes.

“What do you need?” he asked.

“What’s your name?” Gilbert asked.

Amusement flickered across the elves face. “And why on earth do you wish to know the name of what you consider an enemy Gilbert?”

Gilbert shrugged. “Curiosity more than anything.”

The elf pursed its lips slightly as the corners lifted.

“Sometimes to indulge in curiosity can end in horrible consequences.”

“I’ll take my chance.” Gilbert said. “Your name?”

There was a slight chuckle as the elf turned its head towards the wall once more and closed its eyes.

“My name.” he said shifting slightly in the bed to get comfortable. “Is Ludwig.”
Tags: aph, au, fanfic, germania, germany, prussia, sweden
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